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One day, the doctor had not come.

I layed there, in that dreaded room, waiting for death.

For the Doctor was death himself.
He'd kill me sooner or later; this I knew.
Even if being immortal got in the way of his torture , he'd find a way.

What little hope I had left would soon wear away... Until, I heard a knock on the door.

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